Guy: I think someone hijacked Britney Spears' website.
Moi: Why?
Guy: Well look at this. I lean over and see the apology she wrote to the paparazzi. The one in which we are all affirmed of her insanity.
Moi: Oh. No. She actually wrote that. And posted it herself. It's all her.
Guy: That is sad.
Moi: With the question I should have asked before "Why?"
Um, why are you even looking at Britney Spears' website???
Guy: You'll have to read my blog.
I'm afraid. Very afraid.
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One time, Guy and I went to Carowinds for a couple of days. I love roller coasters. It's just a thing with me.
While there, Guy noticed a large segment of the population seemed to be of a certain demographic. I told him he couldn't know that just by looking at people.
Then he hauled off and hollered, "Brit-NAY! Hey, Brit-NAY!!"
About 20 girls in bikini tops and butt high cut offs showing off their tramp stamps turned around.
He won that match.
While there, Guy noticed a large segment of the population seemed to be of a certain demographic. I told him he couldn't know that just by looking at people.
Then he hauled off and hollered, "Brit-NAY! Hey, Brit-NAY!!"
About 20 girls in bikini tops and butt high cut offs showing off their tramp stamps turned around.
He won that match.
I think Guy and I should be friends, too! I like the way he thinks!
ReplyDeleteAh, Brit-NAY and the images that name solicits.
ReplyDeleteMy heart pretty much breaks for her--how can someone be so obviously lost and so within the public eye and have not one person that can save her?
The old, "the only person that can save you is yourself" thing....God, I just want to take her and wrap her up and get her together.
Cause I need one more project in my life.
Hahahah! He sounds like a riot. And he has a blog?
ReplyDeleteOMG, that is too funny! I could see my husband doing that.
ReplyDeleteOMG! That is too damn funny!
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